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  I fuck her like she’s mine. I fuck her like I’m a beast claiming his mate. I rut into her like a man possessed, making her squeal and moan in pleasure. At some point, she comes again, but I just keep going, thrusting into her and pounding her into the bed beneath her right through that orgasm. I sit up, her legs around my grooved hips as I start to plunge in and out of her. My abs ripple, and she throws her hand back and claws at my forearms as I wrap my hands around her waist and fuck her.

  Suddenly, I roll us, and she whimpers as she finds herself on top of me, my cock deep inside of her.

  “Ride that cock, baby girl,” I growl. “Let me see you bounce on that big dick until you come, angel.”

  She moans eagerly, her dark dusky hair cascading around her face and hanging down over me. She throws her head back, her hair tumbling down her back and her soft, full breasts thrusting high. My hands close around her middle, pulling her back and forth as I thrust up into her. She starts to ride, rising up and down, her sweet little cunt swallowing my swollen, eager cock on each thrust. I sit up, and our lips crush together as we start or rock harder and thrust deeper, like a runaway train about to plunge over the cliff.

  Faster and faster, her tight little body writhes on top of me, her hips rolling and bucking as she squeals into my lips. I grab her as hard with one big hand, the other sliding up to tangle in her hair. I tug her head back, making her gasp sharply in pleasure. My lips and teeth rake over her neck as I thrust my fat cock deep into her, and I know neither of us is going to last much longer.

  I pull back, and our eyes lock, fire and passion blazing between them.

  “Catalina,” I growl.

  “Hush!”

  “I wanna feel this little pussy come for me, baby girl,” I groan. “Ride that fat cock, angel. Ride that big fat cock and make this pretty little pussy fucking come for me.”

  “Oh, fuck!”

  “Come for me, Catalina,” I hiss, feeling myself start to fall. “Come for me and be mine.”

  That does it. With a cry of pure pleasure from her soft, pouty lips, her whole body tightens and suddenly explodes. She clings to me tightly, crushing her lips to mine as she screams her release into my mouth. And feeling her clench so tight on me like that and swallowing those moans of pleasure is the last I can take.

  With a roar, I thrust my big cock deep inside of her, my swollen head pushing as far into her as I possibly can before my heavy balls throb and twitch with my release. Thick, hot, sticky ropes of cum blast from my swollen cock, filling her to the brim. She cries out, and I swear she starts tumbling right into another orgasm as she feels me coming inside of her. She clings to me, shaking, shuddering, and moaning in ecstasy and I groan into her mouth. My cock twitches deep inside of her, and slowly, we come to a staggering, panting halt.

  I kiss her, and fuck me, I just keep kissing her, knowing I could live the rest of my life just like this, with her in my arms.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Catalina

  I have no concept of how much time goes by, or how many times he makes me come. I know after that first time, he pushes me back across the bed and takes me slowly, deeply, drawing it out until I’m clawing at the sheets as I come so fucking hard for him. But even then, Hush isn’t done with me.

  And I am so okay with that.

  “On your hands and knees, baby girl,” he rasps into my ears. I moan, whimpering and still buzzing after my string of orgasms. But I’m still so wet, and so fucking achy for everything with him. I kiss him hard, and then pull away. Biting my lip, I turn over and get onto my hands and knees. Hush moves behind me, and I whimper as I feel his big hands grip my ass, pulling it up in the air. I lower my shoulders, my cheek on the bedsheets as I look back and moan.

  Fuck, he’s so big, and I mean all of him. I look back, and just see this huge, muscled beast of a man crouching behind me, ready to just take me. One big hand slides to the small of my back, holding me right here as he grips his cock. I moan as I feel that swollen head of him press to my eager, freshly-fucked pussy, and I ache for more.

  He starts to push inside, and my jaw goes slack. Good lord, he’s so fucking big. Even after having him twice already, the feeling of that enormous cock sliding into me takes me freaking breath away. But God, he feels like heaven. Inch after inch of that gorgeous cock slides into me, stretching me, filling me, utterly claiming me.

  And I want it all.

  He growls, pushing deeper and deeper, his hands sliding to grip my waist tightly. God, he’s so big that his fingers touch on my belly with his hands around my middle. He grunts, pushing deeper still, until suddenly, I feel his heavy balls against my lips.

  “Hush,” I gasp, shaking in pleasure. He groans, leaning his huge frame over me, and I moan as I feel his lips kiss down my back. He slides out, and I can feel my lips clinging to him, like I’m trying to pull him back inside.

  And I am.

  He leaves just the head in and rolls his hips, slowly and shallowly fucking me, giving me just enough to drive me wild. I whimper and moan, trying to thrust back on him, but he holds me tight, chuckling.

  “Eager little bad girl, aren’t you?” he grunts. He pushes a few inches into me, making me moan before he slides back out. He does it again, and again, fucking me with slow, shallow strokes. It’s kindling a fire inside of me, winding me up tighter and tighter as I grip the sheets tight and moan in pleasure and frustration.

  “You… you tease,” I moan.

  He growls, his hands tightening on me.

  “Tease, huh?”

  He suddenly just drives that huge cock to the hilt inside of me, and I moan in pleasure as it takes my breath away. He growls, grinding deep into me before he slides out, only to sink right back in.

  Fuck is he big.

  My head spins, and my eyes roll back as the pleasure melts over me. Hush growls like a beast, gripping my waist and crouching behind me as he just fucks me with that gorgeous cock. He thrusts into me, pounding me hard as his heavy balls slap my clit. The feeling of this huge man, with his muscles rippling against me as he utterly claims me with his thick, big cock, drives me absolutely insane with lust. My body tightens, my senses on fire, and I know he’s going to make me come for the millionth time all over again.

  He groans, plunging into me again and again, until with a moan, my knees falter. I slide to the bed, but Hush stays right with me, pining me to the bed as he holds himself above me and thrusts into me. His abs slap my ass, and his lips tease over my neck and shoulders as I scream for more. I push back into him, thrusting my ass up to take more of him as he fucks into me.

  Faster and faster, harder, and deeper, the whole world blurs until all I know is the feel of his big dick plunging into me and pushing me towards that edge. His hands tighten on my waist, his balls slap my clit, and my nipples drag electrically over the bedsheets.

  “Come for me, baby girl,” he hisses into my ear. “Make this naughty little cunt come for my big fat cock.”

  With a scream, I let go, and the whole world shatters around me. The climax explodes through me like a bomb, tearing the breath from my lungs and sending me reeling. Pleasure floods through me, and I scream into the sheets as Hush roars and thrusts his big, perfect cock to the hilt inside of me. He throbs, and suddenly, I can feel him pumping into me—his thick, hot jets of cum spurting deep as we both come together.

  He gently pulls away, and I whimper as I feel his hot cum spilling out of my tender pussy. He rolls onto his back next to me, panting and then chuckling as I quickly snuggle into him, my head on his chest. His huge inked and muscled arms circle me, hugging me against him as we both gasp for air.

  My eyes are starting to close, when suddenly, there’s a horrible, ear-splitting alarm from outside, and my blood runs cold.

  “Shit,” Hush growls.

  I frown, turning quickly to look into his eyes.

  “Is that…”

  He nods. “They know I’m gone.” His jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing.

 
“You—you have to leave.”

  “Not without you.”

  “Then take me with you,” I whisper.

  He closes his eyes, his brow furrowed. “Catalina, I can’t just—”

  “Do you want me?” I blurt out. “I mean really, not just for tonight. Do you want me?”

  He growls lowly, sitting up and looking into my eyes.

  “Always, forever, and unconditionally,” he growls, making me grin widely as heat teases through me.

  “Then take me with you.”

  His eyes burn into mine, and he slowly starts to smile.

  “You’ve got a lot of fight in you, you know?”

  “I’ve been called ‘difficult’ more than once,” I say with a quiet smile.

  Hush chuckles. “Well, I’ll take it.”

  He glances out the window, and I frown as I follow his gaze to the lights of the old fort.

  “Shit,” I hiss. “There’s a big fight tonight.”

  He snorts. “Yeah, featuring me. And that means a ton of people your father knows coming in from all over. It also means the compound and the fort are going to be crawling with guards.”

  I can hear the faint whirring sound as I watch a dark black helicopter slowly drop out of the sky to land on one of the helipads. Suddenly, Hush growls.

  “I have an idea.”

  He turns to look at me, those dark eyes captivating me.

  “How soon can you leave?”

  “Now,” I answer without even having to think about it. “Literally right now.”

  He grins as he leans in to kiss me.

  “You’re sure about this? Because once you leave this castle, princess, I don’t know if you’ll ever be—”

  “I’m sure,” I hiss, kissing him back.

  “Then let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Catalina

  We dress, I throw a change of clothes, my phone, some jewelry, and some books into a bag, and we’re off.

  Hush ends up carrying me as he climbs down from my balcony, which is incredibly thrilling and very, very hot, like some sort of Tarzan-Jane fantasy I never even knew I had. We run through the shadows, skirting my father’s guards before we slip out a side door that I have the key code for.

  We dash through the darkness towards the old fort, and more specifically, towards the big metal scaffolding next to it that holds the four helipads my father had installed. We climb the metal stairs, hand-in-hand, and sprint down a gangway towards the first helipad and the dark, gleaming helicopter that’s going to get us out of here.

  “Wait, how will we—”

  “I can fly it,” he growls.

  I blink in surprise. “Wait, really?”

  He frowns. “I mean, probably.”

  I balk, stopping short and tugging him back with my hand.

  “Hang on, back up.”

  He chuckles. “I can fly it, angel,” he grins. “I flew them a few times during some hairy ops when I was in the service.”

  I blink in surprise. “You served?”

  He looks away. “Delta Force. But we don’t need to talk about that period of my life.”

  I nod, drawing close to him and threading my fingers with his. I kiss his arm, and he groans and turns to wrap his arms around me.

  “Should we go?” he purrs.

  “Yes, please—”

  “No goodbye, mi hija?”

  I gasp, my heart leaping into my throat as I whirl. And there, standing surrounded by five of his men, is my father. Hush snarls and moves between us, and the guards swear in Spanish as they draw their guns and starts to advance.

  “Enough!” my father barks. “Muchachos, leave us.”

  His men frown, and one turns to him.

  “Señor—”

  “Leave us,” my father growls with an edge to his voice, a reminder that through the smiles and love he shows me, he can be an iron-gripped leader.

  The guards glance at each other, unsure of what to do.

  “I said leave,” my father hisses. They all seem to finally get that he’s serious, and with nods, they holster their guns and back away to head back down the gangway for the stars. My father sighs as he turns back to us, his eyes meeting mine.

  “Mi hija,” he says quietly, before his eyes swivel to Hush and narrow. “Are you trying to steal my daughter?”

  “I’m not property,” I hiss, shooting my father a hard look.

  He glares right back at me, but then suddenly, his look softens. He swears and looks away, shaking his head.,

  “I know,” he sighs. He takes a deep breath, his brows knitting before he glances back at me.

  “I’ve been scared to death of losing you, Catalina,” he says gently. “After your mother. I’ve kept you in a cage, and I know…” his eyes squeeze shut. “I know that was wrong.”

  He takes a deep breath and shakes his head again before he turns to Hush.

  “And she’s not the only one,” he growls at my beast. He scowls. “Our debt is settled, Bannon,” he growls. “I’ve kept you in a cage, like a dog, and that…” he frowns. “I overstepped. You did take from me, but I’ve taken it out of you in blood and time. We’re even now, and I suggest you don’t fight me on that.”

  Hush nods, his jaw clenched tight.

  “Then we’re settled, Señor Del Campo,” he growls. “No fight from me on that.”

  “Good,” my father says quietly. His eyes narrow. “You’re free to leave, Bannon, but you’re not taking my daughter.”

  “No, he’s not,” I say quietly, stepping forward. “But I am going with him.”

  My father’s face darkens, and his eyes narrow as he starts to open his mouth.

  “Papa.”

  “I could stop you,” he growls.

  “You could.”

  “I could kill him,” he hisses.

  “You could try,” Hush growls.

  My father’s nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath.

  “And then, I’d lose you, wouldn’t I?” he says quietly to me.

  I nod. “You would.”

  He shakes his head. “I won’t let that happen.” He turns his glare on Hush, his eyes narrowing again. “Do you love her? Do you love my daughter?”

  Hush’s eyes narrow right back, and he doesn’t even hesitate.

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t bullshit me, Bannon. Do you really—”

  “Yes,” he growls dangerously, his jaw clenched.

  My dad nods slowly, looking away.

  “I was in love once. I stole her from her other life, made her mine, never looked back.” He sighs and glances back at Hush. “I loved her, Catalina’s mother, I mean. With my whole damn heart, and more than anything in this world.”

  My heart wrenches as I see the emotion on my father’s face. He looks down at his hands.

  “I know everyone knows that I love money, and power, and the fights. But I loved her more than all of it, combined, times one million, and then some.”

  He smiles quietly, and slowly, he raises his eyes to burn into Hush.

  “Will you love my daughter like that?”

  “I already do,” Hush says quietly. His arms slide around me, pulling me tight to him.

  “My reach is long, and my vengeance is swift and unmerciful,” my father growls. “If you hurt her, I will hurt everything in this world you care about, slowly, while you watch,” he says plainly, his face neutral.

  Hush nods, a growl in his throat.

  “You should kill me now if you ever believe I’d hurt her, Señor Del Campo.”

  My father and Hush eye each other, and my hand tightens in his, the tension building and building. And then, suddenly, my dad chuckles, and the tension breaks.

  “What were you going to do, steal a helicopter?”

  Hush grins. “Yes.”

  “Ay,” my dad shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “How about instead of making a mess for me to fix, you take mine. Land it at my warehouse outside Nogales, and I’l
l have people ready to smuggle you across the border.”

  I frown. “Dad, I have a valid student visa, and he’s an American.”

  “Si,” my father smiles wryly. “He’s an American who I’m not sure wants the authorities to look too hard into him.”

  He gives Hush a hard look.

  “There are some people looking for you, by the way.”

  Hush frowns. “I’m sure—”

  “No, they…” My dad clears his throat and reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. “They might be people you do want to find. They contacted me a few weeks ago, and they’re…” he smiles thinly. “Persistent. They asked me to show you this.”

  He brings something up on his phone, frowns, and hands it to Hush. I turn, frowning as Hush flips the phone around. Suddenly, he stiffens, and a growl catches in his throat.

  “Wha… what the fuck is this,” he whispers breathlessly.

  There, on the screen, is a photograph of a leather vest, like a motorcycle club vest. And emblazoned on it, is an image of a skull and roses, with the words “Lost Devils, MC” stenciled under it. I blink, and suddenly, I realize I’ve seen this image before. I turn, and sure enough, there it is, just where I remember seeing it:

  …Tattooed on Hush’s arm.

  “This…” Hush swallows, staring at the image. “This is impossible.”

  “I’ll get in touch with them,” my dad says quietly. “When my people drop you off on the US side of the border, I’ll tell them where to find you.”

  He swallows, and his eyes swivel to mine, sadness on his face.

  “Mi hija…”

  I rush to him, crashing into his arms and hugging him fiercely.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “This is not a goodbye, just so we’re clear,” he growls. “I except to come visit you, and vice versa. You have your phone?”

  I nod.

  “Good. Call me, anytime, always. And I know you don’t want handouts or for me to just give you things, but you are my daughter. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, it’s yours.”